Every night on a full moon we'd escape. Running through the forest, laughing. Not far from our prison there was a small hill where an old oak tree stood. It's branches reached up high, as if trying to grab the moon. We could sit under the oak and stare up at the bright sky, counting the stars.
Tonight, as we sat under the dim light, she stood. She said nothing but extended her hand and smiled brightly. I took her hand, her skin was soft. We danced amongst the stars, letting the beat of our hearts guide our feet. She closed her eyes and rested her head against my shoulder. As I lead her steps I could feel her heartbeat, like a captivating cadence of the purest melody.
Our footwork was slow but my heart beat quickly. Her soul entwined with mine, as I held her close she did not speak, the only sound was her soft breath. The wind blew through the tall oak, giving it life. Now the old tree danced with us, in this surreal moment I leaned over to kiss her. She looked at me for but a moment with longing green eyes, then kissed me.